And I’ll go to sleep without an imaginary kiss,
From the imaginary lips,
Of someone who doesn’t exist.
For the first time in a long one I struggle to envision a face next to mine.
The face of a girl so wanderingly desired to think about before I succumb to slumber.
The portrait of a love to dream to,
while she sleeps soundly in another place.
Someone whose presence I will wish to be laying next to.
And whoever she may be will never know the thoughts of her, side by side with me, that I shut my eyes to.
But I will.
And whenever the night comes,
that I can finally kiss you, I will then
arise in the morning,
and kiss you once again.
I swear the clouds looked a little different with that light shining through it.
It just had to get those beams out high enough where we could see them.
Maybe to try and show us something.
Scattered and chaotic they looked.
Maybe to try and tell us something.
But don’t fright love.
It is only a matter of time before order is restored to the clouds, the skies, our life.
These tactics are becoming like the air we breathe in this city of the angels.
They seem more reserved for children of the age of G.I. Joe’s and Sing-A-Longs.
Not a thing can alter the mind.
Did you know that?
It’s set to default and no one has the password.
You pride on being so close to God.
Oh, sweetie, you’re so close.
They pride on slamming their gavel to silence the critics and critique.
There’s no room between you two for difference to breathe.
For both of you rule in your own domain.
And you do it well.
But you can’t leave home.
You send them to cells like dogs in a pound.
“They all look the same and they can all be replaced!”
It’s that simple isn’t it?
Simplistic idea.
Damn I bet that cakes tastes good.
I’m like a bullet idle in a magazine ready for its chance to fly.
I’m like a bomb waiting for the gun powder to trickle down to my eruptive explosion.
But Sweetie, I am not filled with anger.
I’m filled with beauty! ready to burst with a touch of potential.
I want to shower my surroundings in ashes of color.
I want the oxygen to turn blue.
And the mountains to turn green.
I want the moon to be white.
And the sun a yellow… with a touch of red and orange of course.
I want the ocean a teal.
The night sky slightly purple with a bright yellow stars like the pictures in a fairytale.
I want the clouds to be puffy pillows hanging from strings.
And the sidewalks to feel like a bed.
I want the fish to fly and the birds to swim.
The animals should talk and the trees should dance.
Knights in shining armor and princesses waiting for their kiss.
I want to get inside of your imagination and bring it all out and spread it all around for the world to see.
I want you to think and breathe.
I am a balloon ready to fly wherever the wind will push me until I burst all the beauty to those down below.
I love you all.
Oh, how I can see thee more simple.
With fields of golden grass and the fences that divide.
The wooden ones we just hop over.
Because we don’t believe in telephones.
Why should we when a run to your yard will do?
Oh and how simple we had it!
The sun in the morning and the moon in the evening.
And all the chaos in between.
I’m on 100. How many stars have you counted?
Oh! What difficulty!
To see it but close your eyes to it.
To hear it but ignore everything it means.
The struggle to accept. This struggles to object.
And I know it exists. I do.
History may not show the logic. It’ll show you the dreams.
But because the stat book doesn’t show it doesn’t mean it never happened.
And I catch it but I throw it right back.
Because I don’t want it.
And that’s the struggle entirely.
A lose-lose.
For such ease in which it creeps up on me.
It creeps me out.
But did it even creep? No.
But I did creep you.
It had it’s drive.
It, this beautiful it.
It: A hint. It: A hint.
They say it’s 20 but it’s more like 100.
The dead are thrown into rivers.
The living wait.
But at 135 mph we are too slow to run.
So we do with what we can.
But it’s not fast enough or enough.
But I think we think slow.
Get it?
And as the morning breaks, we sleep sound never knowing the chaos that prevails on the east side.
But Lord! How we must have it in our case!
But our case came and we never showed up.
We’re a few years too late.
And if only I could hop on the first flight out of here.
To tune to a television where I’d hear something relevant.
Not to hear explanations of candidates who’ve got more chance for them than I do,
From people whose oppurtunities exceed mine as well.
Oh, how I feel a shame ready to creep up and blanket our well being.
“…but your kids are gonna love it.”
So why the mad rush?
I am humbled by the slow speed.
You’ve such a sense of urgency
That’s something I don’t need.
We can now realize the effort in our streets.
The flowers on the wall.
We can now notice the alarm of the red and all it represents.
And with all my acceleration you don’t stop to think.
The deceleration is merely an act surrounded by moats I keep wanting to jump into.
And the alarms go off in the head.
You’ve known forever what to do when this happens.
You know how to wait.
You know not to do this if it’s not right.
You know that you should never let anyone tell you “I love you,” against you.
You know how to brush it off even though you’re dying inside.
You’ve learned how to keep the tears back for the less deserving.
You know not to talk to strangers.
Not to let them talk you into getting closer.
And you know that promises are just words from one person to another, or many.
You know that we won’t be here forever.
But you know that you gotta soak in every breath in life.
You know that gleaming comes natural.
And you know that anyone daring to diminish that glaring smile has no place in that seat next to you.
And this isn’t a case of realizing what you had.
Because you’ve known it all along.
It’s a case of wondering whether or not you could be perfect for her.
But trying too hard to accomplish it.
And then attempting to live life knowing that you are indeed perfect but showing her the wrong way.
But by now she’s convinced you’re all wrong. You’re no place close to where she once held you.
But there’s some damn thing about you that makes me think twice.
Not because I’m doubted… but because you’re deserving of nothing less. (Beauty)
Beautiful.Smile.Ascend.Fly.Eyes.Stare.Music.Laugh.Listen.Watch.Witness
Oh, man. I took this for granted.
I’m sure I signed this in blood.
I sure did something.
And I have no right to complain but I need to touch this pen to paper.
You can listen up as I drive away to somewhere far.
You hear that?
I didn’t think so.
I only hear the sound scratching across my window and the music in stereo.
So, don’t ask me for anything because I won’t ask you.
I’ll just wait to see if 2 works out.
That’ll decide whether 1 is something we’ve taken for granted.